I wake up feeling good
to my flat empty stomach
As if being empty is the perfect
sanctuary for my sacred dwelling
What if it was nourished
and completely fully instead?
What if I told you
that you need to listen better?
Not to all the voices around you
but to this deep wisdom of your body.
In this age of transition,
it isn’t a time to go
and become something more
It’s time we stop giving away all that is ours
to feel more of their prescribed empty
It’s time we fill up every ounce of our bodies
with our listening truths.
It’s time we remember how to experience goosebumps on purpose
How to know what is true not by the discernment we’ve been scripted
but by the anchoring in these cells
that are more connected
to the infinite wisdom of every ounce of creation will ever know.
Quit seeking the answers for the fullness you desire in everything outside yourself.
It’s time to step
into the wells of your own body.
It is not the ache in you
that needs someone else to cure.
These cramps in my womb aren’t
just from viruses plaquing
sacks full of zombie cells screaming in inflammation each month
when they are squeezed tight,
reminded they don’t belong.
They are metaphors for me
to remember I have purging,
I have declaring still to do
that with every single ache
is a reminder
too much of the abusers
are still inside this vortex
and it’s time today,
they end their reign
of calling me the most beautiful
when I am empty
from all the taking they have done